He spent five years with her and never even learned her name.
Wen Yining took a knife for Fu Yanzhou, went to prison, lost a child, and donated a kidney.
He called her "hey," "what's-your-name," and "you."
One of his eyes was hers. When she was eighteen, she secretly donated her cornea to him.
He never knew.
Before she jumped into the river, she wrote him a love letter and left it beneath his pillow.
The next day, with his arms around his moonlight, he said, "We can throw this fake away."
His moonlight tore the letter to shreds.
He never knew she'd written it, not even on his deathbed.
But she didn't die.
She survived, but lost all her memories.
He spent three years searching for her, but didn't dare reveal who he was.
He took on a new identity and pursued her all over again.
She fell in love with him again.
Then she remembered.
She remembered him making her kneel on the floor and scrub it clean.
She remembered him saying, "We can throw this fake away."
She remembered the temperature of the river water.
She looked at him and said:
"I hate Fu Yanzhou. But I don't hate you."
He fell to his knees and wept.
A groveling romance that delivers maximum heartbreak, with a happy ending.
Reader warning: Bring tissues.
